snowblindrpg | [log] Noisy Black Part Two

[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Mingle [closed]

Characters: anyone signed up for the noisy black event
Location: an office building
Date: Night 260, Morning 261, and Day 261
Summary: You give, or are given, medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, psychological trauma, serious body deformities, please warn for specifics in threads and make sure to note the night/morning/day your thread is taking place

Sinners
Converted

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Don't you trust me?

[He can't help sounding a little hurt; he knows they cross the boundary lines between sinner and convert now, but a lot of his friends are down here and he only wants the best for them.]

I wouldn't give this to you if I thought it would hurt you.

Not with this shit going on. Kid thought he was supposed to be helping me too, and now look. Can't you see what he did to my eyes? He skinned my back, Al!

[But his movements are slower than they should be, sluggish in a way that can't be explained by pain alone. The fear builds, rattling through his chest. He can't get away, can he? He only has this small square to move in.]

I know, but... it had to be done, Davesprite, all of this is just to try and help you see the right way. I promise you'll see real soon.

[It's heartbreaking how lost the sinners are.]

You know me, I'd never do anything that was meant to hurt someone just for the sake of hurting them.

I won't see shit unless somebody takes the stitches out of my eyes!

[His voice is rough in his throat. He's losing control of his breathing. Al is so kind, normally, but he sounds so certain and every clack and shift of his metal body against itself rings in his ears in a way that builds his anxiety. It's not good, metal sounds are never good, and he's only going to hurt him.]

Please. Please just fuck off. I don't want it, Al! I don't want any of this. I want out.

It won't be long before you can go, really. You'll be better in no time, I'm sure, and once you're thinking straight then we can let you all out of here.

[He sighs, a loud tinny exhale.]

Okay, you win, I'm not going to force you. But I'll come back tomorrow with something else, maybe food and we can talk again then. You might be feeling a bit better then.

["Thinking straight"—does he even hear himself? There's no way that can mean anything good, given what's going on. But then Al offers to leave, and...]

Are you joking with me?

[It doesn't feel real, and the rest leaves him wary still.]

I'm not going to be feeling better. I can't feel better when—when my entire back has been skinned. I have flaps of it sewn to my arms!

[And he feels sick saying it, admitting it. He swallows hard, trying to push away the feel of the stitches in his skin. He doesn't sound much better.]

Anything you bring me is probably just going to be drugged.

It's not drugged, and I'm not going to give up.

[He wishes that it didn't have to be this way, that the sinners could just see what was wrong with themselves, but he's not going to shy away from it.]

I'm not just going to let you starve for your own dumb stubbornness.

[He makes an exasperated sound.]

You were already offering to inject me with something, Al. Why should I trust you about any of this? I'm not trying to starve; I'm trying to keep from getting messed with anymore.

And what are you gonna do when I bring you some real food, huh? Refuse that too because you're a big idiot?

[Not that he's getting annoyed or anything.]

[He wishes he could glare or even be sure he's turned the right way. He hears him, but there's no point in turning his head his way like this. His shoulders sit tight and tense beneath his cloak.]

Let me make this abundantly clear to you: I don't want anything from you unless you can prove you're in your right mind.

Of course I'm in my right mind, it's you that's-- you're not well, Davesprite, and I'm trying to help you! I don't want to have to force you, but if you're going to starve yourself from stubbornness then I'm not going to just stand by and watch.

[So there!]

I'm not—

[He makes an exasperated noise.]

I'm not starving myself from stubbornness, you stupid tin can! I don't trust you! I don't trust any of you! I can't after this happened to me!

You're still starving yourself!

[It totally is stubbornness to not want to take food from people trying to help him, but that's just the mindset of the sinner. It's so sad.]

How long are you going to keep it up? Until you die?!

[All his defiance flickers and wanes, not gone out, but dimmer. His head tips down; it doesn't make a bit of difference when he still can't see. Until he dies, huh.]

It would be better than this. I won't hurt if I'm dead.

[His voice softens a little, sympathetic, but he doesn't relent.]

You know I can't let you do that, if you're going to be like that then I'm going to have to give you these injections even if you don't want them.

[His head jerks up again, voice turning frantic again.]

No—no, no, no. No, you fucking don't! I don't want you anywhere near me like this. Why does it have to be me here? What did I even do to deserve all this?

You're here because you're worth saving, even if you don't see it right now.

[He raises the syringe and bears down on Davesprite, who would feel the familiar weakness when confronted with one of the converted.]

I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you'll understand in time.

[He's already at the back of his cell; if he backs up any further he's going to be pushing his raw, skinned back against the wall. But he hears Al coming closer, every click and clank a warning, and the weakness that settles in so smoothly tells him more of the same.]

Please—please, Al, no! Fuck off! Or kill me if you won't leave me alone!

[His limbs are sluggish as he pulls his cloak closer around him, and the strength of his grip is weak enough that he already knows it will do no good in the long run. All his struggling didn't do anything to stop Kid. Al could pick him up, could do whatever he wants, could even take him for a second round of surgery if he desired. His mouth opens: he lets out a choked, helpless sound.]

[He didn't want to have to do this and he doesn't enjoy any moment of it, injecting Davesprite as fast and efficiently as he can so that he can step back again. It's just that he couldn't ignore the possibility of someone starving themselves to death before they saw the truth, that's not something he could let go.

Only when the needle is empty does he step back and and move towards the door again.]

You'll thank me for this soon, when you're better, I know it.

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SORRY FOR THE DELAY my focus has been entirely uncooperative

don't worry about it <3 happens to us all sometimes

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cw: suicidal ideation

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